贴贴玩2007-08-06 06:19:24

        Keren Ann/Chelsea Burns
        
        I was running out of trouble 
        You were running out of fame 
        Streets smelled like the desert 
        As they were putting out the flames 
        And Chelsea burns 
        Chelsea burns 
        Under my feet 
        
        Twenty-third was empty 
        I heard somebody yell 
        A straight-laced passerby’s 
        Pulled over the hotel 
        And Chelsea burns 
        Chelsea burns 
        Under my feet 
        
        Whether we were lost or overwhelmed 
        Nobody knows that I’m better off 
        Making up lies to be left alone 
        And Chelsea burns 
        Chelsea burns 
        Under my feet 
        
        I was running out of trouble 
        You were running out of fame 
        I’m streets ahead of happiness 
        Still wondering who to blame 
        Chelsea burns Chelsea burns 
        Under my feet (贴贴玩)